* like real people do..

Ikea beats the best of us, don't be too hard on yourself! I'm sure you've had plenty of people offer to help, but I'm one of the one's Ikea has bested, so while I can't help you put together the thing from Ikea I can go with you to return it and then build you something from scratch. Because somehow, that's easier.

you have the skills to build furniture from scratch? i have to say i find that very impressive. i've never really been all that hands on, hard labor myself. it's a skill i've never become familiar with unfortunately. where did you learn to do that? or is it some type of innate ability?

Marley walked into the place and tried not to flinch when her eyes landed on him, but sometimes it was still hard to see Hunter after all this time. Maybe it had been over for years, and maybe it was over because she ended it, but it didn't make it less sad. She tried to keep her composure as she walked to the table and slid into the booth, "Hi - oh yeah, it's the same order. I tried to change it up after we broke up, but everything else tastes like dirt to me. She accepted the coffee gratefully and gave him a small smile, "How are you doing?" she asked, "And how did you manage to find my long-lost dolly guitar pick? I truly thought it was gone forever."

Hunter had made many mistakes in his thirty years on earth, some of them resulted in something wonderful, like his daughter. Others had left lasting consequences, but there was few decisions that had been as impactful on him as his decent into addiction, and his subsequent struggle with sobriety for nearly a decade. In the course of it he'd lost a lot of relationships, but losing the special connection he'd had with Marley had been one of the hardest pills to swallow. He'd always known she was out of his league, and once he'd let her down, he'd been too ashamed to try and win her back, or show back up in her life to show her that he'd changed. But he had. Maybe now he'd get the chance. "I think we just got lucky that you caught me during a move." A white lie, he'd held on to a few things that reminded him of her for a long time, but when she'd asked him about this, he knew it was time to part with it. "I guess when things are meant to be they come back to you at just the right time..."

Finally caved and decided to get on this site after actually making it to my junior year this time ✌🏻 unfortunately, most of you will probably know me as the Transgender Schuester thanks to my highly televised transition spectacle over two seasons of reality tv, but in case you were living under a rock for that time or you're simply just a reasonable human being and never watched it, my names Charlie!

charlie, is that really how people address you? you really should do something about that. i'm glad to see you out at psu and doing your studies, i think the last time i saw you, you were still pretty young.

One thing Taylor loved above all else was time with her family. Well...her siblings and niece, anyway. Their parents were a whole other story. Anyway, she loved these lunch outings, and sipped contentedly on her water as they awaited their bill. She flashed the waiter a smile, though raised a brow at Hunter's timely admission, waiting until they were alone to respond. "Really?" There was a blast from the past—perhaps she should've told him she thought she'd spotted her at the mixer. She hadn't spoken to her, but she'd definitely seen either Marley or Delilah from across the room. "Well, that's a good thing, right? I don't know where you guys stand, but I did always like her."

Hunter nodded, a curt barely there type of nod that was a sure indicator that he was holding back, he was never very good at expressing his feelings in a healthy way, in rehab they'd told him as much, that it was his in ability to control them that caused him to go off the deep end. And while he'd gained control, he still kept things close to the vest, which was why Taylor - and everyone else he knew - had never really understood exactly what had happened with himself and Marley. "I'm not sure if it's good." He spoke with casual honesty, "But I would like to see her again..." Even if she doesn't want to see me.

📲 LIBBY & HUNTER

📲 don't text him you're just gonna cry

Putting together Ikea furniture is like putting together Lego - just less fun, because you don't end up with something you can play with. D'ya need help?

i admit i was never much of a lego kid, but yeah, yeah i would love some assistance actually.

Yeah, but you do get to choose what you do in those circumstances, and letting yourself be a pampered little brat? That's all on you. But, better late than never, I suppose.

Well, some would call moving out on your own and buying/building your own furniture a move in the direction of growth, Bonnie. I acknowledge I've had it easy up to this point.

Have you just tried being better?

only everyday, queen. any suggestions on how to do that?